Novelas de Rose Ruth

ELENAI had never hated a clock more in my life.Every second that passed inside the administrative waiting room made my anxiety worse.11:52 AM.Eight more minutes until my disciplinary hearing.Eight more minutes until Blackthorn University possibly decided I wasn’t worth keeping anymore.My hands tightened around the folder sitting on my lap.Across from me, Elizabeth looked ready to start a riot.“This school is actually ridiculous,” she muttered for the fifth time in ten minutes.“Please don’t punch anyone.”“No promises.”Despite everything, I smiled weakly.The waiting room was painfully quiet except for the ticking clock above us and the occasional sound of footsteps passing outside.Students walked past the glass doors every few minutes, glancing inside curiously.They knew why I was here.Elizabeth leaned closer suddenly.“Okay, hypothetically speaking,” she whispered, “if we had to fake your death and move countries, where would you wanna go?”I blinked.“What?”“I’m being

ELENAMy phone would not stop vibrating.At first, I ignored it.Half asleep, I buried my face deeper into my pillow and pulled the blanket over my head, hoping whoever was blowing up my phone would eventually give up but they didn’t.Buzz.Buzz.Buzz.I groaned and reached for it blindly from my bedside table.Seven missed calls.Twelve messages.Three notifications from the student forum.My stomach tightened instantly.Something was definitely wrong.I pushed myself upright quickly and opened the first message from Elizabeth.LIZZY: WAKE UP RIGHT NOW.LIZZY: Please tell me you’re alive.LIZZY: Actually forget that. CHECK THE SCHOOL FORUM.Cold uneasiness crawled into my chest.I clicked the notification and froze.A photo filled my screen.Me and Adrian.My breath caught painfully. The picture had been taken at the worst possible moment.I was on top of him on the floor, one of his hands around my waist while my hair fell around both of us. The angle made us look far more intimate t

ADRIANI almost killed someone this morning. That was what happened when I skipped feeding.After surviving the meeting my mother forced me to sit through earlier and Marcus irritating me for most of the afternoon. I needed blood.By the time night settled over campus, the thirst crawling through my body had already become unbearable. My control felt thinner than usual, stretched to the edge in ways I hated.That was why I came to West Hall.Nobody used this side of campus anymore. It was quiet, empty, and far away from people. Perfect place to regain control before I accidentally ripped someone apart for looking at me too long. I pushed open the old room door and exhaled slowly.Dark room, cold air, peace and quiet. I loosened the collar of my black shirt slightly, irritation already sitting heavily in my chest. I pulled my shirt over my head, trying to cool the burning under my skin.This was getting worse. Usually I could control it. Usually but ever since that girl…Footsteps ech

ELENABy the time classes ended, I should have felt relieved a bit but I didnt. I kept thinking about Adrian Laurent.The way he looked at me in the hallway wasn’t normal and the strangest part?For a second, I could have sworn his eyes darkened when he looked at me. Like something inside him reacted. I told myself I imagined it. “Okay,” Elizabeth said as we walked out of the lecture hall, stretching her arms. “I officially need a nap, a snack, and maybe a new life.”“Same,” I muttered.She gasped. “Wait. You agreed with me. Are you okay?”I gave her a look. “I’m always okay.”“That’s a lie you tell yourself for comfort.”I almost smiled.The campus was quieter now, students slowly leaving in groups, their laughter fading as the sky dimmed into a soft grey-blue. The kind of evening that made everything feel slower.Elizabeth leaned closer. “So. Are we talking about your ‘I saw Adrian Laurent and my soul briefly left my body’ moment again?”“I did not—” I started.“You did,” she cut i

ELENA“Don’t come crying to me when they throw you out.”My aunt didn’t even look away from the television when she said it.The room smelled like burnt oil and stale smoke. Empty medicine bottles sat on the table beside a cold cup of tea she clearly forgot about hours ago. The curtains were faded brown, letting in weak morning light that made everything look worse than it already was.I tightened my grip on my bag strap.“I’m not going to get thrown out,” I said.She finally snorted. “Oh please. Girls like you don’t survive in places like Blackthorn.”Girls like me.She said it like it was a fact, like I was already meant to fail.Everyone looked at me like I didn’t belong there.I swallowed and reached for my coat near the door.My aunt’s eyes finally moved to me, slow and sharp, dragging over my uniform like she was judging something she already hated. The blazer was second-hand. The sleeve had a faint stitch I did myself two nights ago. My shirt was clean, but the collar was starti